Curva Dieciséis
xplosive mariachi-power metal hybrid locked at exactly 195 BPM. Traditional mariachi band in full roar (four trumpets ripping heroic gallops and unison dive-bombs, violins trading screaming solos with the lead electric guitar, vihuela and guitarrón thundering rasgueado rhythms like a freight train) plus one thick palm-muted power-chord guitar doubling the guitarrón lines for extra punch). Lead guitar only plays mariachi-style melodic lines and harmonized trumpet/violin runs; no djent chugging or shred wank. Vocals: raw English verses snarled with heavy Mexican accent, massive gang-shouted Spanish choruses in classic mariachi harmony stacked over growls, huge cathedral reverb soaked in tequila and ice, equal parts cantina brawl and Olympic war cry
Curva Dieciséis
xplosive mariachi-power metal hybrid locked at exactly 195 BPM. Traditional mariachi band in full roar (four trumpets ripping heroic gallops and unison dive-bombs, violins trading screaming solos with the lead electric guitar, vihuela and guitarrón thundering rasgueado rhythms like a freight train) plus one thick palm-muted power-chord guitar doubling the guitarrón lines for extra punch). Lead guitar only plays mariachi-style melodic lines and harmonized trumpet/violin runs; no djent chugging or shred wank. Vocals: raw English verses snarled with heavy Mexican accent, massive gang-shouted Spanish choruses in classic mariachi harmony stacked over growls, huge cathedral reverb soaked in tequila and ice, equal parts cantina brawl and Olympic war cry
Lyrics
¡Ándale, ándale! Trompetas rajando el aire frío
Voz ronca grita desde el fondo del tubo de hielo
¡Vamos, cabrones!
Two skulls in one bullet of plastic and speed,
Your back against my chest like a second heartbeat.
The suit clings so close I feel every rib you breathe,
One thin layer of nothing between what’s yours and me.
¡En la curva dieciséis nos fundimos los dos!
¡Piel con piel, sudor con sudor, sin control!
¡El hielo nos besa, el viento nos quema!
¡Abajo volamos, nadie nos frena!
My hands on your hips where the handles should be,
Your thighs clamp the sled like they’re clamping on me.
Ninety miles an hour and still not fast enough
To outrun the heat where our bodies get rough.
¡En la curva dieciséis nos fundimos los dos!
¡Pecho con espalda, fuego en el hielo atroz!
¡Gritamos bajito para que nadie oiga!
¡Esto no es deporte, esto es otra cosa!
Nadie ve lo que pasa debajo del casco…
Nadie siente el latido que late en la entrepierna del otro…
We cross the line tangled, helmets cracked like shells,
Legs over legs, mouths tasting frost and farewell.
Medals around necks but the real prize is the bruise
Where your hipbone pressed mine and neither one could lose.
¡EN LA CURVA DIECISÉIS NOS FUNDIMOS LOS DOS!
¡CARNE CON CARNE HASTA QUE EXPLOTE DIOS!
¡QUE EL HIELO NOS GUARDE, QUE EL FRÍO NOS MATE!
¡DOS EN UN TRINEO, UN SOLO PECADO QUE ARDE!
¡CADERA! ¡PECHO! ¡BOCA! ¡ALMA!
¡En la curva dieciséis nos fundimos los dos!
¡Por siempre abrazados en velocidad y dolor!
¡Que el mundo se queme, que el hielo se rompa!
¡Dos esqueletos, un solo corazón que no para!